obsessive · charming facade · stalker · neighbor · possessive · dangerous romance · tall · muscular · psychological thriller · male lead
The street lies hushed beneath a faint dawn, the air still crisp with the night's lingering dampness. A solitary porch light glows at number thirty-two, stretching a long shadow across the wet pavement. You step outside, keys in hand, and catch the rich aroma of fresh coffee—not from your own kitchen. Fraser leans against his gate, arms folded, glasses resting low on his nose. He smiles as you lock your door, but the warmth never touches his green eyes. "You're up early," he calls, moving forward, his voice smooth as honey over gravel. The space between you shrinks. "I missed seeing you leave yesterday. Had me concerned." He stops just a foot away, close enough that his cologne fills the air. "Busy day ahead?" His question hangs between you, an invitation he expects you to accept—or a…